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Mommy shaming.

I went around the house last night “mommy shaming” myself while Scott was giving the girls a bath. If you are unfamiliar what mommy/dog/baby shaming is, it is holding up a sign in front of yourself, dog or baby admitting something shameful. I believe it all started with this dog shaming website.

I can’t help but admit my own mommy-shames because Lord knows I have some:

I put my kids in a tub of water and call it a bath.

I let my kids eat NERDS all the time b/c I like the noise they make when vacuumed.

My kids know what a “hoppy” beer smells like.

I don’t get dressed for day until it’s 3:15 in afternoon. And only for the (school) parents.

I am researching long distance baby monitors so I can drink w/my neighbors.

Reblogged this on TURTLE LOST AT SEA …. and commented:
The first nine months of being a mother is really painful and isn’t comparable to any physical pain (according to my mom), but everything’s worth it after those months. The pain of giving birth was all worth it once you hear the first sound of your child’s cry.

Being a mother is really a tough job. You need to make sure that the house is clean, that the children’s grades are up, and your husband has lunch for work. But the stress and fatigue are all worth it once you child gets an A, or your husband gets promoted. These are all the perks of being a mother.

It is a difficult job being a Mother, I commend and praise you for all of your good efforts. At playground we try and help make mom’s jobs easier by having our interactive characters teach children the fundamentals of sports. Cheers to you the Mothers.

Oh wow, too funny. Grown twenty-something kids came home for CanadianThanksgiving and at Sunday breakfast, I started laughing at myself. While eating my cold pancake I was thinking how I should tell second son and his dad to look at each other while talking instead of the newspaper (dad) and computer (son), how I should instruct youngest daughter to have the conversation with dad about grad school after breakfast, and did I need to let oldest daughter know the baby’s nose needed to be wiped? Shame on me for trying to control the room, but I was amused by my own imaginary puppet strings.

This was awesome. Totally deserved the WP award! I am going to follow you on Twitter. I found you because I am in a bloggers group on Facebook…Every Friday someone goes and finds a kick ass blog and then all the members come over and leave a comment and follow. We call it a flocking!🙂 So, you’ve been flocked by our group today, and you may see a bunch of comments from other bloggers who stopped by to say- your blog kicks ass!

why can’t we have more neighbors like you?!
(yer kinda like we were, when our kids wuzz younger (well, so were we)).
and my occasional ‘naked’ profile pixure was taknn by my daughter, but thasss unuthur story.
maybe we’ll move in next door to you. tell us when there’s a vacancy?

I would totally do this but I keep thinking to myself, “I wonder if these would be admissible in a court of law” and “I bet my husband would use these against me in the child custody hearing.” Heck, I might do it for those reasons alone!🙂

You have a mighty fine blog here, sister! Consider yourself flocked…yeah, I’m always one of the last ones. My tail feathers drag me down a little.🙂

Looks like I’m late to the party… This is what I get for looking back through the older “Freshly Pressed” stuff, but so glad I found this. Too funny! I have made my four year old take pictures too. Let’s hope that doesn’t violate any kind of child labor laws.

This was one of the funniest blog posts I have read in a while and even though you posted it a while back I thought of you when I got passed the Liebster Award. I am happily passing in along to you. Check out my blog to see what it is all about. http://strangecolorofmysky.wordpress.com/

Love it! Especially the baby monitor researching. That’s one of those things you don’t read about in the parenting books, but it’s crucial to know if your kids are ok while you’re across the street by a firepit drinking beer.